I have forgotten my Self. I have forgotten who I am. I have forgotten that I am established in Love and by Love, which is infinite and eternal; therefore, my worth is infinite and eternal. I seek to remember my Self. I choose to remember my Self. I choose to remember who I am and my infinite worth in Love. I choose to be aware, to understand, and to Know myself (my Self) as the Love I am. I choose to share who I am with the world, giving my infinite worth, measured in infinite Love.
Do you know this Christian scripture? “Love is patient and kind; Love is not jealous or boastful…Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things”…. etc. I know I could Google it to get it exactly but I am just going by memory here, but you know which one I mean–I Corinthians or something…
With this in mind, I am contemplating the Guiding Thought. I realize: ANYtime I am not patient or kind, ANYtime that I am jealous or boastful, ANYtime I refuse (or choose not) to bear something (anything), I have forgotten my Self. Here’s the logic of that:
If I am established in and by Love and
If Love is those things assigned to it by I Corinthians
Then, if I am not those things (laid out in I Corinthians), I have forgotten my Self.
It’s not that I am not Love, because once established in Love and by Love, it’s a done deal. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love. So if I am impatient or unkind, it is something other than Love, but since Love is what I am then I am still Love, I have just forgotten. (“Just” forgotten, meh.)
“I choose to be aware, to understand and to Know myself as the Love I am”. And when I do, I am patient and kind naturally–as Love’s true expression, as the expression of who I am–Love.
Love does not need to be cultivated. Why would something infinite and eternal need to be cultivated, as though you can grow it more or make it bigger?
Love is. Everywhere. Always.
If Love is not the experience, it’s not because there is not Love. It’s something else–I say forgetfulness.
I feel angry at myself for forgetting my Self. There’s a part of me that understands the tradition of lashing oneself for sins committed (I was raised Catholic, can you tell?), the “sin” of forgetting one’s Self, in this case.
But that doesn’t make much sense either, does it? Punishing yourself for forgetting your Self is not Love… and therefore, it’s something else, and it seems like a potentially vicious cycle, all aimed at remaining forgetful. What manner of ploy is this!!?
The answer is simple. (“Simple“, meh.) Remember! Love! Be! (or) Remember! Be Love! (or) Love, Remember your Being!
Instead of feeling the pain of self-punishment, let me instead be patient and kind with myself, by offering a nudge. A gentle, tender nudge: You are established in Love. You are established by Love. Love holds you dear. Just remember, and offer your Self of Infinite Love to the world, that all may be reminded of who they are, in Love.